Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 1197 Stella found herself so tightly in Weston‘s arms that she couldn‘t move an inch. She tried to kick him, but Weston grabbed her ankle and held it in place before pulling her closer to his chest. The difference between their physical strengths was just too big. 

Without any effort, Weston then took off Stella‘s shoes, before he began to pull down her pantyhose. “Weston!” she glared coldly at him, planting her feet on his knees in an attempt to shirk away. Instead, he took hold of her hand while his other hand finally found her secret spot. 

“Get away from me!” she yelped, losing her temper.“ Don‘t you dare touch me!” 

“But you‘re the one touching me right now,” Weston replied in a raspy voice, gazing at her with eyes brimming with pressing desire and desperate yearning. “Do you know how much I‘ve suffered these past few years?” he whispered in her ear, guiding her hand toward his manhood. “I‘ve been like this every day... whenever I thought of you, I‘d imagine you by my side, but each time, I realized that you were never actually there...” 

His words were punctuated by heavy breathing. 

His voice was incredibly alluring. It was deep yet honeyed with just the right edge, incredibly pleasant to the ear, just like the sound of a fine fabric being torn. 

But Stella merely closed her eyes, which were filled with contempt. Her lashes trembled as she took a deep breath, “You‘re disgusting.” 

abruptly. For a long time, he

her with eyes full of hurt.

her body. Sensing this, Stella got up immediately, only for Weston to wrap his arms around her waist again as he murmured near her lips, “Stella...” “Mr. Ford, I‘m really sorry about what happened earlier. This

office, and soon afterward, Daisy appeared right in front of Stella and Weston, holding several thick contract

her eyes as soon as she opened the door, Daisy’s face

had never expected Stella to suddenly show up in

Weston‘s office. 

had only been a short few days, yet she somehow already managed to be here in his office, making

even felt like going so deep that she‘d bleed. The scene in front of her was such

undisguised yearning on Weston‘s face, the ardent passion and longing that she had never seen before when he was around other people. All this was proof that she had only been flattering herself these past three years, believing that she was

from Stella‘s lips when he saw the woman standing at the door. His voice was extremely cold and unfeeling when he barked, “Did no one ever teach you how to knock on

tried to explain herself by